Anyway, datchickukindaknow, after thinking about your comments and my possible solution, I've gone back and added this to my story (in the last part):
Without conscious thought, her hand grabbed onto that of her husband. But then, something else came to the forefront of her mind. “But, Clark, the curse!”
Clark shook his head, not immediately understanding what she was getting at.
“In our reality, we learned that Tempus cast a curse on us that anytime we... you know... something horrible would happen to me. So...”
“How come you haven’t been struck down by some horrible illness yet?”
Lois nodded.
Clark thought about that for a moment before rising to his feet. He left the conference room for a moment. When he returned, he had the dictionary off of Lois’ desk and was leafing through it. “I thought so,” he finally said, before looking up at his wife.
“What?”
“Well, when Wells interrupted our honeymoon, he said that the curse came into effect every time we would consummate. At the time, I thought he was just a little shy about saying ‘have sex.’ But what if he actually meant ‘consummate?’”
“So?”
“Well, according to this...” He held up the dictionary. “...the definition of consummate is: ‘to make a marriage actual by sexual intercourse’ so...”
“...the curse would only come about if we were married and attempting to consummate,” Lois completed. She gave her head a shake. “Tempus really was twisted. Premarital nookie is fine, but try to do it right and wait for marriage...”
“And you die.”
She gave her head another shake. There was little point in worrying about any of that now. The curse had obviously not kicked in - and Clark’s explanation made as good a sense as anything. She turned her mind back to the past. “Anyway, I can remember what happened after we made love...”
ML
